The Anxiety of Slanted Things

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By Dody James

There is a crookedness in vulnerability and, by design, it flowers anxiety.
There are doorways that lead to nowhere and drop off into nothingness.
Your off-key ukulele echoes off the caverns
And feels harsh and sweet against your skin.
There are dead things in quiet corners that have loved a millennium longer than you.
You come back to moments you can’t quite define.
They come back to you.
You scrape yourself black and blue trying to fix slanted things.
But they tilt you out of sorts and make things messy.
There is a crookedness in a mess like this and a mess like you.
Aren’t you such a slanted thing?
And nothing ever led anywhere and love is harsh and sweet.
The dead things, too, flower anxiety.
Oh, aren’t we such a slanted thing?

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